“I’m still nervous about this,” said Peppermint. The four-foot tall elf looked around anxiously as they stood at the corner of a busy Chicago intersection.
“Don’t worry about Harrison,” said GoldLeaf confidently. He was a veteran of many elfin recon missions. “The magic of us elves is far more powerful than humans and their technology.”
“It’s not that,” said Peppermint. “It’s weird walking around in the open in the human world.”
“Not to worry. Humans just think we’re dwarves pretending to be elves. Besides, this is important work we do for Santa. He needs to know if Harrison has learned humility yet. Ooh! Here he comes!”
Morton Harrison scowled at the little people standing in his way at the crosswalk. He shoved GoldLeaf aside roughly. “Watch out, short stuff,” he growled.
“Sir!” protested GoldLeaf. “It’s Christmas! What about goodwill to all mankind?”
“I hate Christmas,” grated Harrison. “One Christmas I lost my car. The next, I lost my house. The last Christmas I lost my wife!” He held up his brief case. “If I don’t get this presentation to the office, I’ll lose my job. So you insignificant short-shits should stay the hell out of my way.”
GoldLeaf raised a menacing eyebrow. “Insignificant?” he repeated.
“As in pointless. No reason to exist,” added Harrison with a vicious smirk.
GoldLeaf waggled his fingers at the stop light. The ‘wait’ sign suddenly turned to a green ‘walk’ sign even though cars still streamed by. GoldLeaf pointed at the street light. “Look! We can can go now.”
Typical of Harrison, he didn’t bother to look…and he walked straight into onrushing traffic.
In Chicago, people are relatively kind. When drivers saw Harrison sprawling, trying to dodge cars, they simply kept going and ignored his precarious plight. In New York…they accelerate. One of the cars smashed into his briefcase. It cracked and his presentation flew away in the cold Chicago winds.
Peppermint sighed. “Think he’ll learn his lesson?”
GoldLeaf grinned. “Doubt it. He’s reliably pig-headed. That’s why I request this duty every year.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Look here for the original prompt and many more stories for the week: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/12/13/sunday-photo-fiction-december-13th-2015/